The woman measured him with a pitying look.

“There haven’t been any dead here,” she said.

“Since the time of your uncle, the colonel, nothing has happened in Macondo.”

—Gabriel García Márquez,
One Hundred Years of Solitude

Their embassies, he said, were everywhere but operated independently and no ambassador would ever be relieved.

—Seamus Heaney,
“From the Republic of Conscience,”
The Haw Lantern